The Chaste Legacy

by Susanna Hughes

  He saw Eloisa raise the whip again. A second explosion erupted in his buttocks, followed by a third and a fourth.

  She changed position slightly, aiming the whip down between his open thighs. The fifth lash landed at the top of his right thigh, narrowly missing his tied balls. The sixth stroke targeted the same area on his left thigh. Then she alternated between the two; three more strokes on each.

  Tim's whole body was on fire. He struggled against the bondage, not in an effort to escape, but to try and relieve the incredible need the whipping had created. It had been bad before, but not like this. He tried to fuck the air, bucking his hips. His cock was straining at the need that was mounting in him. He had read about men who were bound and whipped for sexual pleasure, but had never imagined it was something that would affect him. Not like this. He could feel each weal the whip left on his body, each distinct and separate. They sent signals of intense sexual pleasure to his cock, every nerve in his body crackling with the electric desire to ejaculate.

  Hanging upside down, his cock rested against his belly. A sticky fluid leaked from the slit of his urethra. In the mirrors all around him he could see the marks Eloisa had inflicted. They seemed to be alive, pulsing, radiating heat and unbearable excitement. He saw the woman walking slowly around to face him. She knelt with her legs apart so he found himself staring into her crotch. The black leather between her legs had worked its way so far into her sex it was barely visible. He could see every detail of her engorged labia.

  She leant forward and ran the tip of her tongue up along his erection. 'Would you like me to take it in my mouth?' she whispered.

  'God yes. Yes...' Sweat was running off his body and pooling on the mirrored floor.

  She kissed the tip of his glans and he trembled. She leant back and looked up at Constantine.

  'He's ready,' she said.

  'Will you tell me about the girl?' Constantine asked.

  It was a simple choice, Tim knew. If he told the Greek what he wanted to know Eloisa would lean forward again and slip his straining cock into her mouth. There was no other decision he could make.

  'Yes. Anything.'

  Constantine smiled. 'Then you will get your reward.'

  Eloise held his cock with one hand. She shook it playfully from side to side then fed it into her mouth. It would not take long. She found this young man attractive. He had a large cock and a strong body. She was definitely going to spend some more time with him, when it would be his turn to please and pleasure her, or pay for the consequences of failure.

  Tim shuddered as her warm wet mouth encircled his erection. He felt her tongue lick the top of his glans, then her lips closed around him and she sucked hard. He moaned loudly. His cock jerked violently, at last given the receptacle it so badly needed. He felt her thrusting forward, until he was deep in her throat and her lips were grazing his pubic hair. She pulled back slightly, sucked his glans, then sank down on him again. Her hands came up behind him and caressed the smarting weals that decorated his tortured buttocks and immediately his spunk erupted, his cock jerking violently in her mouth.

  Eloisa smiled to herself. He would have to do a lot better than that when her turn came.

  The noise woke her. With her heart thumping she listened intently but could not interpret what the sound was. It was certainly some sort of electric motor, a winding sound that was distinctly metallic.

  Suddenly she saw a crack of light appear at the bottom of the doorway she'd found. A huge tide of relief swept over her. She was not blind!

  The noise stopped. The tiny crack of light remained. After a minute or two the noise began again. The crack widened a few inches. More light flooded in. The noise stopped and the metal shutter in the doorway, being raised like a roller-blind, was halted again. It allowed her eyes to adjust to the light. Another five minutes passed before it raised again, this time opening completely, the steel rolling up into its housing.

  Corinda glanced around the room. The walls were white, as were the sheets on the bed. The pictures she had found were oil paintings. They were seascapes and all featured the sun, either setting or rising, radiating a spectrum of colour from orange to ochre. There was a normal door in one corner, and the room had no windows.

  Before she'd had time to take it all in a man strode into the room. Even to her inexperienced eyes his appearance was extraordinary. Despite his odd eyes and complexion the bald, bull-necked man had an aura of power about him. He was wearing dark blue slacks and a white shirt, open at the neck, a thatch of chest hair peeking out. His shoes were velvet with a gold insignia embroidered on them, and she was aware of a strong flowery cologne.

  'My dear, my dear, I hope we did not startle you.'

  Two young women followed him into the room, so alike physically they could have been sisters. Both were brunettes with short wavy hair and slender figures. They both wore the same style of neat white dress. They both carried trays, on one of which was a silver coffee pot, a white cup and saucer, milk jug and sugar bowl. The other bore a large basket of fruit, another of croissants and bread rolls and little bowls of butter, honey and jam. The girls put the trays down on the foot of the bed and retreated to the doorway to await further instructions.

  The sight of food made Corinda realise she was very hungry. It did not occur to her for a minute to be embarrassed by her nudity.

  'Constantine Evangelos Stephanikis, at your service,' the man said, sitting in the armchair. 'Please eat. The coffee is excellent. I roast the beans myself.' His eyes roamed over her naked body.

  'Corinda Chaste. Pleased to meet you,' she said, taking a bite of a croissant and pouring the coffee. 'What happened to me? How did I get here?'

  'I was hoping you would be able to tell us that. But first I must apologise for this rather strange environment. As you may have noticed my appearance is rather unusual; my eyes, my complexion. I have a rare allergy to sunlight. If I expose myself to it, even for a matter of seconds, my skin erupts and I am subjected to the most profound discomfort. I have therefore to live in this...' he gestured around the room, '...odd building, which has been designed to ensure that no natural light can ever penetrate. Fortunately electric light has no detrimental effect.' He indicated the overhead lamp that had been turned on as he entered the room.

  'The bedside lamps didn't work,' Corinda said.

  'I had them disconnected. I thought you needed rest.'

  'So how did I get here?' she asked again, enjoying the coffee and finishing the first croissant.

  He indicated one of the identical women. 'Iluska found you on the beach. You'd been washed ashore. You are very lucky to be alive.' He was looking at the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took.

  'The yacht I was on... where's Tim? Did you find him too?'

  Constantine shook his head. 'Sadly we found no one else. A little wreckage, nothing more.' The truth was they had found Corinda, unconscious, and Tim in a life-raft after they'd looted the sinking yacht. 'You must have been the sole survivor.'

  Corinda put down the croissant. The news made her lose her appetite.

  'You must eat,' Constantine admonished.

  'He's dead then.'

  'Not necessarily,' replied Constantine, who did not want to alarm or depress the girl. 'He's probably perfectly all right. There's a lot of shipping comes through these straits. I'm sure he got picked up.'

  'Do you really think so? It was very stormy.'

  'I'm sure of it. Please eat some more. You've got to keep your strength up.'

  'Can we try and find him?'

  'What was the name of your yacht?' Constantine asked, closely observing the subtle details of her beauty. Her legs were spectacular; long and slender and finely contoured. She was a prize indeed.

  'I don't know. It belonged to my father.'

  'We must get in touch with him then.'

  'No, he's been dead for some years. I mean it belonged to his estate. Tim was one of the executors of his will,' explained Corinda.

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sp; 'I see. Who should we contact then?' Constantine hadn't the slightest intention of contacting anyone but he wanted to put the girl at ease.

  Corinda thought for a moment. She suddenly realised that not only could she not remember Tim's last name, or the firm for which he worked, but she hadn't the faintest idea of the official name of the island where she had been brought up. She didn't know Arabella's surname either. 'I don't know,' she said.

  'There must be someone?'

  'The solicitor's where Tim worked...'

  'Yes?'

  'I can't remember the name. It's the same as his I think.'

  'You have been through a terrible experience, my dear. It is normal that the shock will have affected your memory. Just relax. It will all come back to you in time.' He got to his feet. 'Enjoy your breakfast. Rest. That's the bathroom.' He indicated the door in the corner of the room. 'You will dine with me tonight, please. By then I am sure you will have remembered everything.' He looked at her naked body with a proprietorial air. After all, it belonged to him now.

  'I'm sorry, I really haven't thanked you. You saved my life.'

  'Nonsense, my dear. I'm just delighted I was able to help. I'll see you at seven for dinner. Please rest.'

  'I need some clothes,' Corinda said.

  'Of course. I'll send my major-domo with everything you need.'

  'You're being so kind.'

  'Think nothing of it. There's one thing. These doors...' he gestured towards the doorway, 'I'm afraid they cannot be opened from the inside.' There were eight rooms like this for his prisoners. All had their own bathrooms. None had windows or any other means of escape. 'I have a fear of anyone letting in light by accident, you see. So if you want anything just press the button on the bedside table. Iluska or Irina will come at once.'

  Corinda saw a small white button on the side of the bedside table. Though she thought it odd, she accepted his explanation without demur. She was too grateful to want to question his word.

  'I'm feeling quite tired. I'll be fine.'

  'Good. See you later then.'

  The two girls walked out and Constantine followed. The metal shutter rolled down, ending its journey with a clang so loud it made Corinda start.

  She finished her breakfast, eating another croissant and some fruit. She drank all the coffee and put both trays on the floor by the doorway before investigating the bathroom. It was tiled in blue with a white bathtub, wash-basin and toilet. There was a separate shower cubicle in frosted glass. After she'd used the toilet she took a long hot shower, the needles of water at first reviving her then making her feel terribly tired. As she turned it off and wrapped her body in one of the large white bath towels hanging from a heated rail, a wave of weariness washed over her. It was partly sadness too. She wouldn't be happy until she knew Tim was safe.

  Without having the energy to dry herself, she walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed. She was thinking about Arabella too. How long would it be before she realised the yacht had not reached its destination? Had the captain had time to radio a distress signal? Would she be out there on the sea now searching for her, worried sick for her safety?

  Other thoughts crowded in on her. Who was this strange man who had rescued her and brought her to this even stranger house? What did he do? There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask him.

  For the moment however, her body still needed rest. She lay on her side, curled into a ball and in a matter of seconds was fast asleep.

  Chapter Four

  For the second time the clanking of the metal shutter woke Corinda. This time her eyes needed no adjustment. The lights had been left on while she slept.

  As she sat up, yawning and stretching, a tall woman strode confidently into the room. She had a strong, powerful body that rippled with muscles, and cropped black hair. Her skin was the colour of coffee.

  'Have you been asleep?' she asked.

  'Yes,' Corinda replied dozily.

  'I'm Eloisa,' the woman said. She was dressed in a skin-tight tube of white Lycra that ran from just above her small breasts to the middle of her thighs. Her legs were sheathed in shiny black nylon, and she wore shoes with the highest heels Corinda had ever seen. Over her left arm she was carrying a selection of clothes. 'These are for you.' She dropped them on the bed. 'Constantine told me all about you. He was right; you are very beautiful.'

  'Am I?' She remembered Tim telling her the same thing. She was starting to believe it.

  'Of course you are. How are you feeling?'

  'Better, I think. I'm very hungry again.'

  'Good. Dinner's in an hour's time.' Eloisa was examining Corinda's body as inquisitively as Constantine had. Her eyes lingered lustfully on her neat triangle of blonde pubic hair. 'Would you like me to help you get ready?'

  'Would you? I'm not very experienced with sophisticated clothes and suchlike.'

  Eloisa knew that. Tim had told them everything about the girl's background. The information made Constantine very happy. His activities had never netted a virgin before. 'Let's go into the bathroom,' the woman said. 'There's make-up in there. Perhaps you'd like a bath first?'

  Corinda got to her feet. 'Are you American?' There had been no television on the island, only a radio tuned to the World Service, which she had listened to avidly.

  'Yes. But I've been away a long time.' She began running water into the bathtub.

  'I don't suppose there's any news?' Corinda asked.

  'News?'

  'Any more survivors?'

  'No, afraid not. This will relax you.' Eloisa poured sweet-smelling bath oil into the water.

  'I'm so worried about my friend.'

  'Sure you are. It's natural. But he'll be fine. Come on, get in and I'll do your back.'

  Corinda climbed into the tub. Eloisa took a natural sponge and used it to soap the blonde's back. 'Oh, that's nice. Arabella always did that for me.'

  'Who's Arabella?'

  'My tutor. And my guardian, I suppose. She looked after me.'

  'And she used to bathe you?'

  'Only when I was a child. After that we took baths together.'

  'Together? Sounds nice.' Eloisa hid her surprise. Perhaps the girl was not so innocent after all.

  'Mmm...' Corinda remembered how Arabella had made her feel, the way her fingers had massaged and caressed, lathered her body, working the soap over her breasts and down between her legs. The memory made her nipples pucker, a fact that did not escape Eloisa.

  'What sort of things did she do to you?'

  'Oh, you know,' Corinda replied as if it were perfectly natural for two females to touch each other intimately, 'all those lovely sexy things.'

  Eloisa did not need to be drawn a picture. 'What, like this?' she said, running the sponge down over Corinda's shoulder and onto her breasts, creating a thick lather. Then she used both hands to knead the pliant flesh.

  'Oh yes, just like that. How did you know?'

  'Because I like that too.'

  'All women do, don't they?'

  'Yes. And what about this?' Eloisa brought her hand up to Corinda's face, tilting it up so she could kiss her. She kissed her lightly at first, just grazing her lips, then crushed her mouth down powerfully and felt Corinda sucking her tongue. As their mouths squirmed together Eloisa pinched Corinda's hardened nipples.

  'Oh yes...' Corinda purred, her lips still against the American's. Groping up she found the top of the white dress and tugged it down, freeing her small firm breasts. She massaged them both with the same hand. They felt entirely different from Arabella's; not soft and resilient, but sinewy and inflexible, though the nipples were no less sensitive and Eloisa shuddered as Corinda pinched them.

  'That's good,' Eloisa gasped, breaking the kiss. It was a new experience for her. Most of the girls who arrived on the island, and who were passed on to her as crumbs from her master's table, had little experience of lesbian love and had to be persuaded that it was in their best interest to cooperate with her desires. Corinda not only had n
o such inhibitions, but appeared to want to take the lead.

  With her lips free Corinda fastened them to Eloisa's breasts. She sucked her left nipple, and then the right, nipping them between her teeth then flicking them with her tongue.

  'Kiss my breasts now; I love that,' Corinda said, splashing them with water to wash away the soap then presenting them to the American by sitting up straight.

  Eloisa did not need to be asked twice. With her own breasts hanging out of the front of her dress she leant forward and sucked Corinda's nearest nipple into her mouth. She pinched it forcibly with her teeth and heard Corinda moan.

  'We used to use the soap,' Corinda whispered, as though it were a secret. In a way it was. She had never told anyone else. There had never been anyone else to tell.

  Without relinquishing her mouth's grip on Corinda's nipple, Eloisa groped around for the bar of soap. She found it and pushed it down into the water as Corinda spread her legs as far apart as the sides of the bathtub would allow. Eloisa pressed the edge of the soap into her labia, just as Arabella had done so many times. Corinda sighed with delight as she felt the soap sliding up and down against her clitoris.

  'Oh, if makes me feel so good.'

  'Will you come for me?' Eloisa asked, to test how far the girl would go. She was looking straight into Corinda's big blue eyes.

  'Oh, can I? Will you let me?' Corinda closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her, feeling confused. As the soap produced spasms of sexual sensation she thought of Arabella. This woman was completely different, and yet essentially the same. Where Arabella's body had been soft and melting, this woman was hard and muscular. But the way she made her feel, the beautifully delicate way she rubbed the smooth soap against exactly the right spot was the same. It provoked the same needs and created the means to satisfy them. She felt her body churning. Suddenly she thought of Tim. She saw herself astride his hips with his penis nosing into her sex. She remembered how hot it had been and how it pulsed.